It's just me yo.
No, really. THIS is how I do it.I think about a lot of random stuff and I like to write it down. I believe in a lot of things and I think an equal amount of stuff is total crap. I am a cynical optimist. I am real. I like synchronicity and idiosyncrasy. My brain works quickly, which does not guarantee accuracy but is not A.D.D. Usually my mouth works even more quickly. I thought being really tall and living in Asia was pretty cool; but I am super glad to be back in California now. I want to be happy, bendy and satisfied... Because really, who wouldn't?
Category Archives: Books
Balance exists in our lives. It is not always easy to see, and if you subscribe to certain eastern philosophies, you may never recognize this balance as it permeates myriad lifetimes. But, as I accuse some people of the need … Continue reading
I have resisted commenting on all of the hubbub about this “novel” for some time now. [And, oh how I have wanted to use the word hubbub.] The “novel” in question is E.L. James‘ 50 Shades of Grey. The hubbub … Continue reading
Dirty little secrets Dirty little lies We got our dirty little fingers in everybody’s pie We love to cut you down to size We love dirty laundry I generally have the news on in the morning while I am getting … Continue reading
I am scared of the wrong things. This has likely always been true of me, but like most of the elements of our personalities we come to acknowledge them through events and experiences, mishaps and miscues… living. I know that … Continue reading
One (long and very interesting) year after I completed this photo project, I have completed the book of the photos. It is for sale via the Blurb website for the cost of the book – a total non-profit enterprise, as I imagine … Continue reading
As an element of their work to analyze Holden Caulfield in J.D. Salinger’s Catcher in the Rye, I had my freshman students complete a Myers-Briggs personality quiz as if they were Holden, and then retake the test as themselves. It … Continue reading
Irrational Lear Lost everything he owned Once hidden, now known. I give you King Lear: Madness, betrayal, bad weather. Everybody dies. The eye does not see when the storm reduces man madness his nature Lear – angry, crazy: A dragon … Continue reading
Damn. You remind me so much of why I miss(ed) you, and Grad school, ie: Western literacy/cosmopolitanism. _My Dinner with Andre_: actually actual, not actually impossible. You remind me why I love books and bookishness above fucking all. Gracias doctora, … Continue reading
We have spent the past two weeks examining Geoffrey Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales in my AP Lit class and it has – as so many things do these days – illuminated a series of interesting reflections of a more personal nature. … Continue reading
I had heard of Romanpoet (also here) somehow, not sure how. It sounded kind of, you know… cool. But being neither Luddite nor particularly motivated to explore the tech-underworld I never really investigated. Should have. Meet Virgil Griffith. Here is … Continue reading